Page 106 of Dirty Like Brody
I could livewiththat.
“I wasn’t planning on touching anything in here but you,” I said, as I slipped my hand down the front of his jeans and grasped his dick. It was rock-hard and standing at attention, eager to be grasped. “And anyway…” I bit my lip a little. “Maybe I like it a littledirty.”
He groaned, his cock straining in my hand as he kissed me again. Then he spun me around by my hips. He caught me as I stumbled in my jeans, holding me up with a strong arm around my waist. I felt him fumbling to open his jeans with the other hand and he took his cock from my grip. The smooth skin of the head was silky and warm against my pussy, and a flush of excitement rushedthroughme.
“Last chance to change your mind.” He was teasing me, probably; I was so wet, the head of his cock had already slipped inside me and his voice had gotten low and tight, the way it did when his brain had left thebuilding.
“Fuck me, Brody,” I urged him. If he didn’t, he was going to have to make me come some other way—soon. I’d never been into sex in public places… had never even come close to trying it before, had never really had sex anywhere but in a bed or maybe on the floor next to a bed. But I was way too turned on by the thought of Brody fucking me in this dirtybathroom.
Then he was inside me, in one fast, possessive thrust. I cried out because it shocked me a little; it hurt a bit, but he didn’t stop and I didn’t tell him to. I bent forward a bit more to accommodate him, arching my back, and as he pumped into me, his thrusts got deeper, fitbetter.
I rubbed my clit as his cockhead did magical things inside me; it felt so plump and smooth from this angle. He seemed to know it, too, because he gripped my hips and gave it to me with short, fast strokes, digging into my front wall, and then shoving in deeper… short and hard, then deep… in an erotic rhythm that drove meinsane.
I paused a little in touching myself, distracted by the overwhelming pleasure that was building in a rush from the inside out… different from the rush of a clitoral orgasm. Freer, somehow, wilder… like I couldn’t control it, because really, Icouldn’t.
Brody hadcontrol.
“Come, Jessa,” he rasped, between thrusts. “I wanna hear youscream.”
“They’ll hear me…” I gasped, my body riding the force of his thrusts, driving me back and forth againstmyhand.
“They won’t hear,” he said. “Scream for me the way you always wanted to… all those times you thought aboutfuckingme…”
But I was distracted, weirdly conscious of the people out in the bar, and it was keeping me from letting go. Brody seemed to sense it. He reached around my front, underneath my hand, pressing his warm fingers over my clit—and wrapped his other hand over mymouth.
“You want it dirty, babe?” he whispered inmyear.
Then he fucked me, hard and fast, lifting me on my tiptoes until he made me scream, his thrusts and my orgasm tearing meapart.
Brody shuddered against me. He growled as he bit my neck, and I felt him shoot. But he didn’t stop; he fucked his come into me, gravity and his slowing thrusts making it messy. I felt some dripping out, running down my thigh as I took him the way I’d always wanted to take him—hard, wild, and free… and just that little bitdirty.
* * *
Later,we showered off the dirty back at Brody’s place. We were pressed together under the hot water and I was sucking on his neck. I kind of wanted to leave a hickey, just because I could, the way I had when I was seventeen; because I wanted to see it on himafterward.
The bathroom lights were on a dimmer and we’d put them low, so it was kind of like we were in another world; suspended in time, nothing else that mattered beyond this dim, steamy space and this private moment between us. I had him naked and wet and all mine, his body slippery against me, and I couldn’t get enough. I’d kissed him everywhere at least a dozen times, in a slow exploration ofhisbody.
I’d licked his tattoo; the tribal pattern that ran down the left side of his body. I bit his nipples just to see what would happen (he liked it). I bit his ass (he liked that too, but he laughed because it tickled). I nibbled his neck and sucked on his fingers and kissed his feet (he likedeverything).
“Are we just gonna keep doing this?” he whispered, as he slicked the head of his cock against my pussy, getting ready to fuck meagain.
“Yeah,” Ipanted.
“I meant, without acondom.”
I peered up into his deep blue eyes. They were hooded and hazy. It was almost dawn and we hadn’t slept or even laid down yet. I felt kind of dazed from lack of sleep, but I refused to close my eyes on this. He grabbed my wet hair and tugged my head back, then leaned in to bite mybottomlip.
“Have you ever done it without a condom?” I asked him, shuddering as he shoved his cock between my legs and the hard shaft brushedmyclit.
“Onlywithyou.”
Rightanswer.
“Me too.” I kissed my way down his chest, kneeling on the tile floor of the shower as I made my way down his lean abs and the sexy V of his groin. “I don’t want anythingbetweenus.”
Then I took his cock in my mouth for the first time ever. I’d kissed it moments ago, but that was just a tease. This time I enveloped the smooth head with my lips, lightly stroking the rigid shaft with my hand. His cock jerked at my touch and he groaned, relaxing back against the tile wall. Water sluiced over him, running down over my tongue, and I kept licking, the warmth of the water and my tonguecaressinghim.
“You have no idea,” I told him, “how long I’ve wanted todothis.”
